Best Gingerbread Poems
I received a beautiful Christmas gift the other day,
it was so quaint and pretty but ate it anyway,
was a gingerbread house with a gingerbread family,
consumed the whole house while the family looked away,
Then they looked up at me with sorrowful icing eyes,
I felt so bad they're now being homeless I started to cry,
so I ended up buying a gingerbread log cabin kit,
made it last night so they wouldn't retaliate and have a fit,
Now Mom, Pop son and daughter are in their new home,
I didn't want them homeless on the street's all alone,
I even baked and gave them a gingerbread dog,
but the temptation was too great and started eating the logs,
Now once again because of me they are homeless,
my gingerbread appetite like an overwhelming furnace,
so I'm asking somebody to please take them all in,
or they too might disappear along with their next of kin.
12-14-16
We lay side by side in the summer grass,
I reached for the gingerbread man kit
And lifted out a slightly crumbled biscuit,
Taking the tube, I iced a shaky smile onto its face,
Added big, hopeful chocolate drop eyes
And wrote 'I love you' down its front,
Then I handed it to her and said,
"This is me, take care of her,"
And she grinned and bit off its head.
They can't believe that they exist
Without a god to make them;
A pinch of ash and a dash of dust
Relying on a great one to bake them.
I am chasing a galloping gingerbread, and the little old man and the
Little old woman and a rake and a fork and a spoon are helping me
When another villager begins yelling at the top of his musical scale,
“Christmas is here! Christmas is here!”
My eyes pop open. I am disoriented, not knowing where I am at first.
The galloping gingerbread cookie has turned into a galloping real-live-boy!
I must have fallen asleep on the couch, after sitting down for just a minute.
Three children in the form of sixteen battalion of horses
Hit those stairs like percussion instruments.
They have discovered that Santa left half of a frosted cookie.
Two are screaming while the oldest one devours it.
My husband plods in from the kitchen and smarter than Nero,
Forks over a chocolate-milked, double sugared, coffee. My hero!
I see you got finished, He says to me, the wrapping-present-queen
I nod. I was going to just sit down a second, before I came to bed.
He smiles, knowing how fast sometimes the energizer bunny
falls down in total exhaustion mode, in the form of his honey.
Max throws himself into my arms, warm pajamas and all.
A galloping gingerbread cookie, in the form of a live doll!
Written 11-30-2018 Contest: Christmas Cheer Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
The gingerbread boy
swigged my molasses and stole my fire truck toy,
blasted the siren and drove all through the town
till I caught him and gobbled him down.
The gingerbread boy,
all in his buttons, so coy,
issued a challenge, "Catch me if you can".
He'll never become a gingerbread man.
The gingerbread boy,
resourcefulness, he would employ
as he escaped the oven I put him in.
Too bad he's now in a cookie tin.
The gingerbread boy,
gluten free, might contain soy,
sat by himself, all forlorn.
"No one wants to catch me", he'd mourn.
The gingerbread boy,
his parachute, he would deploy,
as through the sky he dove...
after escaping from the stove.
The gingerbread boy,
believe or not, married Helen of Troy.
She said he was good for a laugh,
and then, she bit him in half.
The gingerbread boy,
a treat to enjoy,
though somewhat sadistic,
and cannibalistic.
The gingerbread boy
last seen in Illinois.
is on the FBI's most wanted.
"Catch me", he taunted.
The gingerbread boy
has plans to destroy
your intentions to diet.
He and his brothers say, "Try it!".
The gingerbread boy,
grandmother said, was the "real McCoy",
as she took another swig of gin,
adding, "though his brain is the size of a pin."
The gingerbread boy -
don't fall for his crafty ploy.
In the oven while he tans,
he makes escape plans.
The gingerbread boy,
never meant to annoy.
He only wanted to have fun,
and now, sadly, his story is done.
Come and live with me
be my spouse
savoring chocolate kisses
in our own gingerbread house.
With four walls
a roof, a door, a window and swing
a pure culinary delight
painted with the sweetest of icings!
We will add more rooms
scented with ginger delight
add love stories
lovely as a ginger bite!
Built by the candy cane rainbow
there will be a vanilla side
and a chocolate side to show
such a lovely home for the holidays!
You and I in our gingerbread home
on a street of peppermint
in the front yard a gummy drop gnome
with pineapple face and blueberry eyes...
He stood still in the chilling winter breeze, with a carrot
for a nose, two sticks for hands, two buttons for eyes, and six tiny
buttons for a mouth. During the day, children liked playing around him,
skating and dancing as they danced, sung, and screamed; the smell
of happiness was in the air. The snowman was the only one who wasn't
enjoying these playful moments, for he was only a pile of snow
that was put together, to look like a human.
One night, two days before Christmas,
the nasty-looking gingerbread man crept into the children's playing field; he was carrying a torch."I will melt you, and make you part of the icy floor!" he whispered. He was once a jolly man, who was cursed by a witch, because of stealing her gingerbread. All his friends and family abandoned him, for he looked strange. Since then, he hated anyone or anything that resembled happiness or smile. “Tomorrow the children will have a different look on their faces….” he thought to himself. An evil smile formed on his face.
As he stared to melt the snowman, Santa appeared out of nowhere, riding his flying reindeer that carried many gifts.
“What are you doing my friend?” he asked gingerbread man. “I have brought you a gift. It is a wishing coin!” The gingerbread man was so touched, that he wished that that the snowman was alive, so that he could know how it felt to be alive. He then tossed the coin into the air. The snowman then gradually started to move, and utter words. Surprisingly, the gingerbread man turned into a human once more. The witch’s curse was broken by love.
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The Christmas tree lighting was reflecting on a lake; children were sharing gifts, as they sang Carols; the elves were sprinkling magical stardust in the air – it was Christmas after all! It was beautiful to see a man, once a gingerbread man, dancing with the snowman!
Swinging his hips in Boogie, Woogie Roll
Gingerbread Man
A quite handsome sight with a candy cane in hand
Taking a stroll in an evening cold chill
To Currier and Ives through the white snow
Swinging his hips in Boogie, Woogie Roll
Gingerbread Man
All deck out from his head to his toes
In his best golden brown delight
With a spicy scent cologne
Swinging his hips in Boogie, Woogie Roll
Gingerbread Man
With his sweet, smooth moves
Ready to shake and bake the night away
Rolling to and fro
Swinging his hips in Boogie, Woogie Roll
Gingerbread Man
A quite handsome sight with a candy cane in hand
Taking a stroll in an evening cold chill
To Currier and Ives through the white snow
Eve Roper 12/5/2015
Tasty gingerbread boy
frosted or plain
cookie so sweet
gee, what a treat!
Gingery gingerbread
(maybe a little cinnamon too,
can't tell ...)
oh, but its swell
just nibbling on you!
Raisins for a smile
warm and yummy
gingerbread yesterdays
fill up my tummy
with a treasure of memories
all wrapped in a smell ...
gee its swell
just nibbling on you!
little gingerbread
fresh out of the oven now
smell the cinnamon
G- gingerbread man run as fast as you can
I- if I ever see you again I'll cook you in my pan
N- next I will nibble all about
G- getting you will be easy, with out a doubt
E- ever consider someone might eat your eyes out
R- red jelly eyes I wonder what flavor they are
B- buttons on your belly might be tart
R- run away from me now that eating may be an art
E- ever think about how it delicious candy clothing may be
A- average American snacking, just like me
D- down the hatch is what you'll be
M- morning, noon or supper for eating you up I'll be the man
A- after I eat you I'll wipe out the pan
N- now I am going to eat you, come here Gingerbread Man
‘Twas the season to be merry, and playing around,
shirker Fred was in Vegas; from work he had played hooky.
Asleep in his hotel room, he strangely dreamed about
a man that looked like a galloping gingerbread cookie.
Fred was startled awake by a knock at his door.
Yelling at him for money he owed was his bookie.
Having no cash, Fred ran from his room. Then he saw
in the hall was the galloping gingerbread cookie!
The gingerbread man – gigantic- said, “Hop on my back.
Your best Christmas gift awaits, and her name is Sookie.”
Away Fred fled to the girl of his dream’s sugar shack
on the back of the galloping gingerbread cookie.
The gingerbread man dropped him off with a wink and said,
“She’s under the mistletoe, and she’s wanting some nookie!’
Christmas cheer filled Fred’s heart till he woke for REAL this time.
No girl had there been, nor galloping gingerbread cookie.
Dec. 16, 2018 for the Christmas Cheer Poetry Contest of Kim Rodrigues
My home sweet home be, by a salt water taffy sea
Where I dream dreamy dreams of whipped creams,
From a pillow of marshmallow on a bed of Jell-O
Under a bedspread of gingerbread, iced in red,
My doors and floors made of graham cracker s'mores
And gumdrops, lollipops and candy-coated rooftops.
(December, 6th, 2022)
The dough rests
In the small fridge
Rolled out by the baker
She has worked hard now
But the job’s not done yet
Cutting the shape
Then in oven to bake
Out pops a plate of men
Gingerbread just get a whiff of them
Ginger, molasses, golden brown, crisp
Who’ll be the first to get a taste of him
Hands first or the giant head fingers
Center of crispy, brown chest
feet, or round belly
Look around instead
Maybe some icing
Some buttons, or eyes, mouth, or clothes
Long, stocky pose this leg or that
Who’ll eat his nose Filled with ginger
Any part goes Yum, yum toes
For Brian
Written: 10-24-2022
Our Christmas traditions ...
They came across the sea,
From the old, old towns
In the heart of Germany
Sugar and spice - filled
Were the gingerbread men,
Cut by hand ... carefully
As was the tradition then
A wooden nutcracker guards
In a frosted windowpane,
To keep away evil spirits ...
Out wandering down your lane
And, the advent calendar
Which hung on the wall,
The Christmas carols sung
In the home by one and all
Ornaments of blown glass
And the Christmas tree ...
Born in many an old town
... A gift from Germany.